Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

"Please stop talking and have a good rest."

Chen Shiyue shook her head gently, "I want to say it, it will be too late if I don't say it now."

Seeing Chen Shiyue's persistence, Pei Jinchen lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Seeing her son was silent, Chen Shiyue pulled a faint smile from the corner of her mouth:

"Jue'er, can you help me carry Daisy out to bask in the sun? It's not easy for it to follow a patient like me."

"it is good."

Pei Jinchen nodded, stood up, and walked out carrying the pot of daisies which were now full of emerald green leaves.

After walking a few steps, Pei Jinchen paused, turned to look at Chen Shiyue, and said, "Call me if you need anything. I'll be outside."

Chen Shiyue smiled and nodded.

After Pei Jinchen left, the smile on Chen Shiyue's face disappeared. She rolled her eyes and looked around the furnishings in the room, her expression sad and nostalgic.

She wanted to put the glass of water on the table next to her.

But his hands were weak and he couldn't hold the cup steady. As soon as his hands were free, the cup was about to fall, but it was tightly grasped by a hand, which was Pei Jinchen.

He put the water cup on the table, supported Chen Shiyue with both hands, and let her lie back down.

Pei Jinchen frowned slightly: "You can call me if you need anything."

Chen Shiyue scoffed: "Sure enough, you can't even complete such a small task."

Pei Jinchen sat next to Chen Shiyue and said softly, "It will get better."

Although he knew that Chen Shiyue's health would not recover, Pei Jinchen hoped that Chen Shiyue would be at peace and happy in these last days.

Even though the hurdle of eight years ago has not yet been overcome, it is undeniable that Chen Shiyue is his mother.

That blood connection cannot be severed.

Hearing this, Chen Shiyue smiled and said, "I know my body well. It is terminally ill and no medicine can cure it."

Her eyes are beautiful, and when she smiles, they look like a crescent moon.

Although he was bedridden and looked haggard, his eyes were extremely beautiful. A pair of peach blossom eyes that were clear, gentle, and mixed with a hint of melancholy, making people want to explore them.

Pei Jinchen has the same peach blossom eyes, but Pei Jinchen's eyes are indifferent, his otherworldly appearance is not stained by dust, nothing has ever entered his heart, he is just a stranger in this world.

Even if outsiders don't know their identities, they can recognize that they are a mother and son.

Pei Jinchen lowered his eyes indifferently, hiding the complicated emotions rolling in his eyes. His voice was as light and gentle as always, but with a hint of stubbornness: "It will be fine."

After saying these three words, Pei Jinchen looked up at Chen Shiyue, held her hands with both hands, and said word by word: "You will be fine."

Chen Shiyue smiled and stretched out her hand with difficulty to touch Pei Jinchen's head. Pei Jinchen saw it and cooperated by lowering his head slightly and moving closer.

Seeing this, Chen Shiyue opened her mouth slightly, her eyes changing emotions: surprise, relief, guilt, and joy all came one after another, and finally all melted into a tear that fell silently. Her hands touched gently, feeling a little restrained and at a loss. In the end, these hands just gently tidied up the slightly messy hair as before, and then gently let go.

Pei Jinchen felt the long-lost warmth on his head. It had been eight years, and it felt familiar and gentle.

He could feel that the obstacle in his life was gradually being smoothed out. The scenes from his childhood reappeared in his mind and the voices from his childhood seemed to appear in his ears.

"Mom, mom, my teacher praised my beautiful handwriting today!"

A little boy of about four or five years old ran over excitedly with his books and papers in his hands. He stopped and stood in front of a gentle woman. Although he still maintained his usual calmness, the joy in the boy's eyes could not be hidden at all.

The woman looked carefully at the book the little boy handed her, smiled gently, raised her hand and touched the little boy's head: "Our Jue'er is awesome!"

"Jue'er." Chen Shiyue's gentle call brought Pei Jinchen back to reality.

Pei Jinchen narrowed his eyes, put away his emotions one by one, and said calmly: "I'm here."

"Jue'er, have you... forgiven me?"

After asking this question, Chen Shiyue looked at Pei Jinchen nervously, her eyes full of hope.

Pei Jinchen looked at the woman's cautious look, feeling a little uncomfortable. The moonlit night eight years ago appeared in his mind again, so he asked back:

"What about forgiveness?"

The light in Chen Shiyue's eyes gradually dimmed: "It's my fault."

Pei Jinchen looked at the woman's sad face, feeling bitter and helpless:

"You misunderstood. I didn't finish. I may have held grudges for so many years, or I may have had a knot in my heart that was difficult to untie. But after returning to this land, everything has slowly faded away. I can't say whether I have forgiven or not."

Chen Shiyue listened carefully to every word her son said. She could feel her son's care and concern for her over the past two months.

The past is like smoke, so why bother pursuing it? She is just being too picky.

She lowered her head and smiled, then looked at Pei Jinchen again and returned to normal, with a smile on her lips:

"Jue'er, I want to go out and bask in the sun."

Upon hearing this, Pei Jinchen carried Chen Shiyue to the wheelchair as usual and pushed the wheelchair out of the house.

Chen Shiyue's illness was too serious. She felt weak all over and could not walk out of the door naturally, so a wheelchair became a better choice.

This wheelchair was bought by Pei Jinchen. Whenever he has time every day, Pei Jinchen will push Chen Shiyue to bask in the sun.

Even if Chen Shiyue didn't mention it, today is no exception.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Chen Shiyue came to the yard, her complexion became rosy, and she was wearing her favorite crimson cheongsam. Although the years have left traces on her, her beauty has not disappeared, but has gradually settled, and her sick beauty can be seen.

Her eyes met the pot of daisies, a smile appeared in her eyes, and all her worries seemed to disappear.

"Jue'er, I want to eat lotus seed soup. I haven't eaten it for fifteen years. I want to try it."

Pei Jinchen: "Okay."

The two looked at each other, understanding each other tacitly.

In Pei Jinchen's impression, Chen Shiyue had never eaten lotus seed soup again except when Pei's father was around.

He also knew that his father was best at cooking soup, especially lotus seed soup, and his mother loved lotus seed soup the most. Every time his father made it, she would serve him a big bowl of it.

Since my father passed away, my mother has never touched lotus seed soup again, even with her two stepfathers.

"Mom, you stay here in the sun, I'll be done soon."

Pei Jinchen originally thought that he would never be able to call out "mother" again, but when the air flowed through and made the sound, he felt it was gentle and natural, as if it came out of his mouth easily, and it didn't seem so awkward.

Chen Shiyue nodded: "Okay."

Chen Shiyue gently watched Pei Jinchen's back as he left and entered the room. The corners of her lips slowly curved up as she whispered:

"Jue'er..."

I may have to break my promise this time. It’s great to see you in my last days. It’s great that you can forgive me…

Chen Shiyue's eyes gently swept over the flowers and plants in front of the yard that were well taken care of by Pei Jinchen. Finally, facing the faint warm setting sun, her gaze stopped on the pot of daisies covered with leaves but no flowers, and a faint smile appeared in her peach blossom eyes.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on Chen Shiyue's face, making her slightly red cheeks even more rosy. Even though she was sitting in a wheelchair and was thin, her whole person gave people the feeling of being beautiful, a fragile beauty.

The days of waiting are long. "Brother Heng, I won't be able to see the next time the daisy you gave me blooms..."

After saying that, Chen Shiyue pushed the wheelchair with her hands and came to Daisy. She looked at her for a long time and said, "I'm tired, Brother Heng."

After saying this, Chen Shiyue turned her wheelchair and looked at the door again. She saw smoke rising from the small kitchen. She slowly forced a smile and then slowly closed her eyes.

When she was dying, Chen Shiyue looked back on her life, which was full of happiness and sweetness, as well as bitterness and hardship. A young man in a gray gown appeared in her mind. Although her memory was a little fuzzy, Chen Shiyue would never forget the man's sharp and wise eyes and his slender hands even after many years. Chen Shiyue suddenly felt a sense of relief, and the long-lost freedom rushed towards her, as well as that person, the one who made lotus seed soup for her.

She held those hands and stood up and walked away.

In real life, Chen Shiyue's hands, which were originally clasped alternately, separated and dropped, and her head slowly tilted to one side.

"Click—"

There was the sound of porcelain falling in the distance. It was Pei Jinchen who was serving the finished lotus seed soup.

He knew that his mother didn't have much time left and might pass away at any time.

But when this day came, although he had made many mental preparations, when his mother really passed away, Pei Jinchen found that his eyes were already wet.

Didn't he have a premonition this morning? So there's no need to be too sad.

Pei Jinchen glanced at the leftovers and fragments on the ground in silence. He pushed Chen Shiyue to the table in the main hall, gave her instructions as usual, and then brought a bowl of lotus seed soup from the kitchen.

"Mom, the lotus seed soup is ready."

No one answered.

Pei Jinchen's peach blossom eyes, which were usually gentle and indifferent, now showed a hint of regret and self-blame, and tears flowed silently.

But only one line of tears came out, Pei Jinchen thought of what Chen Shiyue said when he was a child, and immediately stopped crying and smiled:

"Mom, there is no such thing as forgiveness or no forgiveness between you and me. I have been running away all the time, unable to pull you out of the quagmire, and even less able to get myself out of the quagmire."

Pei Jinchen's self-blame was about to overwhelm him, and he couldn't help but think of many things, from his childhood memories to his present memories.

“There are many regrets in the world. Keep moving forward and don’t look back. When you have sailed through thousands of mountains, you will look back and find that these regrets are beautiful. They are an indispensable part of life.”

"Since regrets are an integral part of life, how does Miss Lu deal with them?"

"Haha, there is no word 'regret' in my dictionary. In this life, I will control my destiny and leave no regrets."

"Doesn't this contradict what Miss Lu just said?"

"No contradiction. In life, everyone has their own way of living, and everyone has their own regrets. I believe that as long as we grasp the lifeline of regrets and become the master of ourselves, that is the best thing."

"Thank you Miss Lu, I understand."

"... "

Pei Jinchen's thoughts drifted to a conversation he had with Nan Xiang when they were boating on the lake three months ago. He didn't understand some of the words at the time, but he understood them now.

Often one only understands something after losing it, but he hopes he will never understand it.

...

It has been more than three months. I wonder how she is doing in Xucheng? After taking care of her mother's funeral, Pei Jinchen opened the window and looked at the waxing moon hanging in the sky.

The waxing moon is not as curved and thin as the crescent moon, like an eyebrow; nor is it as big and round as the full moon, like a jade plate.

It is imperfect, and a feeling of being half full emerges and slowly manifests itself.

But the waxing moon waxes and wanes, which fits perfectly with the scene of complete silence, just like the night that makes people intoxicated.

Pei Jinchen retracted his gaze and closed the window, and the moments of his time with Nan Xiang slowly emerged in his mind, with every detail being spot on.

He didn't expect that she would remember every word and every action he had with her.

The more you think about it, the more profound the memory becomes.